A murmur rippled through the clanspeople.
They had not expected the young man to actually kill Ouyang Fanke.
His strike left them stunned. None had imagined it would end this way.
They looked at the resolute young man, like a god of war descended to earth, and finally suppressed the urge to seek justice for the dead man.
Lin Xiaotian's expression was cold as his gaze swept over the clanspeople. One by one, they wilted and drew in their necks.
His presence cowed them all.
Whatever else had happened, he had killed a member of the Ouyang Household. Even if Ouyang Fanke had been in the wrong, he was one of theirs. This was a slap in the household's face.
Yet they also knew the dead man had deserved it.
One look from Lin Xiaotian robbed them of their nerve, and they backed down.
The two women behind him were just as surprised, their faces lighting up with excitement.
They did not blame Lin Xiaotian. Seeing Xiaotian kill him had truly eased their anger.
They simply had too many misgivings to do it themselves.
Before she knew it, tears welled in Nianci's eyes again. A mist veiled her gaze as she looked at him.
Aunt felt the same. She trembled, her voluptuous figure swaying like willow catkins in the breeze, moving and alluring beyond words.
She looked at the young man too, gratitude and the satisfaction of revenge in her eyes, though a trace of worry lay beneath them.
"That square-faced pig deserved to die!"
Lin Xiaotian's voice was deep and commanding.
He continued slowly:
"The young mistress and Aunt didn't want to kill him because he was one of their own. They may have had other reasons too—reasons they couldn't kill him."
"But as far as I'm concerned, no